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Go on, you know you want to.
Refuse, and I'll come round to your home (within the hour) with my fifteen inch rolling pin and packet of lard.
Scared?
You will be.
It's wooden. And has splinters. Lots of splinters.
The daily adventures of a fabulous poof in an emotional jungle. Watch as imagination, fact and fiction blur into an insane life dependent on outrageousness and an occasional venomous jibe.
5 comments:
Well, I would hope that if you brought the lard you'd be only using that pin to roll over me back! ;)
The Haiku was most excellent :)
I'll use the pin in whichever way you want, hen.
My God. Cyan is my favourite Queer Eye.
*siiiigh*
Fifteen inch rolling pin, you say?
Yes, fifteen is a lot of inches.
... I'm loving it already! Starting with that photo... Wow!!!
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